You Know I Love You, Right? (Cedric Diggory x Reader)

Chapter 27

The last few rainy days of April were replaced by sunny Spring days of May at Hogwarts.  I was overjoyed to think that I only had a few months left until school got out.  This year had been the craziest of my life, and I honestly couldn't see it getting any worse.

I had one goal in mind this month, and that was to do the best I could to figure out what I had said to Cedric at the party that had made him so upset.  If I could just remember that night I'd be able to apologize and clear everything up, and maybe there was a chance (a small one, but still a chance nonetheless) that we could go back to being friends like we used to.  I missed my friendship with Cedric.  I missed laughing with him.  I missed seeing him smile.

I knew the first person to turn to for help was Hermione Granger.  I may be good at doing magic but Hermione actually knew a lot of information that I didn't.  I was naturally skilled and she works hard to perfect everything she does.  In a way, she's much smarter than I could ever be.

"Hermione!"  I called her.

I caught her attention and she skipped over to me, "Hello!  How have you been?  It's been a while since we've spoken."

"Good, I have a question."

"What's the matter?"

"Do you know if there's a way I can look back into my old memories?"

Her brows furrowed as she pondered over the question I had asked.  It seemed that not even the most brilliant girl at Hogwarts could find a solution to my problem.

"I'm not sure, I do know a spell that can extract your memories, but I don't really know what to do with them after.  I'm sorry."

I sighed, "It's fine.  Thanks anyways."

"I'll ask around to see if anyone else knows."

I nodded as she waved goodbye and left for her next class.  I rested my head on my hand, was there really no way that I would be able to recall that night?

After a failed attempt to get an answer from Hermione I assumed my next best option was to research it myself at the library.  I looked through the books to find something that had anything to do with memory extraction.

I stumbled across a book lying on the floor, I brushed the dust off the cover and read it carefully.

A Guide to Magical Objects and Mysteries at Hogwarts.

I opened it up to see that the first chapter was named 'The Room of Requirement'.  I rolled my eyes, I knew Fred and George were lying when they said nobody else knew about it.  After skimming through it a bit longer I got to chapter 17, named 'The Pensieve'.  A magical bowl-like object that was used to store extracted memories, allowing anyone who looks into it to watch the memory as if it were happening in real time.

This was exactly what I needed.  But where would I find a pensieve?  I read more but was not able to find an answer to this question, however I did note the fact that Hogwarts already has a collection of each student's memories, so I wouldn't have to extract that myself.  I felt a bit uneasy at the thought that my memories were in the school somewhere, but I highly doubted that they were ever looked at.

It was difficult for myself to get sleep that night, I was curious as ever over the whereabouts of the pensieve.  I had to find it, it was the only way I could set things right with Cedric.

I woke up the next morning, filled with energy.  I knew exactly who I'd turn to for questions about the pensieve, Mad-Eye Moody.

I ran to class, trying to get there as early as possible so I'd have extra time to speak with him on the matter.  He was the only teacher at Hogwarts who cared to help students with issues such as this, and he had already helped me once before, so I was sure he'd be willing to give me useful information again.

"Professor Moody!"  I called, almost out of breath.

He sprang up from his seat where I assumed he was in a deep sleep, "What can I do for you dear?"

"Do you know anything about the pensieve."

His lips pursed as he adjusted his eyeball, "Yeah, what for?"

"I was just wondering if you knew where it was located?"

"I'm afraid to tell you that I have no idea where it is either, and if I did I wouldn't tell you."  He growled.

"Right.  Thanks anyways."  I left his desk and went over to my seat as other students entered the classroom.  I was positive Moody would assist me with this, but it seemed like the pensieve was more delicate than I assumed.  It must not be something many students are aware of.

Harry took his seat next to me.  It had been a long time since we'd last poken, so I was surprised to see him sitting beside me.

"Harry?  What are you doing here?"

"I heard you talking to Professor Moody."

"Oh, I was just asking him a question about something I read the other day-"

"I know," He interrupted, "I know where the pensieve is."

My face brightened, "You do?!"

"Yes, I looked through it just yesterday.  I was watching Barty Crouch Jr.'s trial."

"Isn't he Mr. Crouch's son that became a Death Eater?"

"Yes.  I don't know why but for some reason Dumbledore wanted me to see the trial."

"That's odd."

"So, why is it that you seek the pensieve?"

I went silent, a bit uneasy at his intrusive question, I responded with a vague answer.

"I've forgotten something important and I need to look back into my memories to remember."

Harry shrugged, "Alright then.  I can show you where it is, although it may be hard to get in there alone."

"Why is that?"

"It's in Dumbledore's office."

I gasped, the one thing I needed, was in Dumbledore's office?  Of all places?  I'd rather it be in Snape's dormitory.  Sneaking into Dumbledore's office was nearly impossible, and would result in a direct expulsion.

But I had to know what happened that night at the party, and this may be my only chance.

"I'm in."